Open knowing eyes,
Some call them windows
To our human souls,
Some glance only at their shade,
But they are adventures.
They try to hide, but
You can see where pain
Has scarred and love has
Bled. Where sweetest hope was born,
And died from age old curse.
When they are shining,
Miracles apear.
And joy bursts into
A blanket of innosence.
Which nothing can destroy.
They close for the night,
To rest and renew,
That again they may
Destroy the world's sadness with
Omnipotent control.
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